Sora is absolutely not going to look up. He is pretty sure that at some point, this conversation is gonna make them mad. Or frustrated. Because!

"Nothing." Pick, pick. "No, not the. Um. Like, literally nothing." He takes a handful of thread and puts it in his pocket. He'll give it to a spirit later. "I mean, I sent him a message a few days ago before Naminé put me under. We talked for a little while. But, uh, that's it."

Back to his sleeve. "We aren't friends," Sora says, "but my heart keeps thinking we are. And, uh. That's it. That's the whole problem. I just need to get over myself." Somehow.